Archive for January 25th, 2002

Ye Pow’rs wha mak mankind

Friday, January 25th, 2002

Ye Pow’rs wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o’ fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu’ prayer,
Gie her a Haggis!

— Robbie Burns, “Address to a Haggis”

Get your Haggis right here!
Chopped heart and lungs
Boiled in a wee
sheep’s stomach!
Tastes as good as it sounds.

— Groundskeeper Willie, “Lisa the Beauty Queen’”

(This column from the Globe will only be around for a week, so check it out while you can.)

My mom found my silver

Friday, January 25th, 2002

My mom found my silver cracker bowl!

*blink*

OK, so maybe that doesn’t seem blog-worthy to you, but wait till you see it.